The Chronicles of Enthasia By Stewy *Rawwww* *Clunk* the soft sound of a stone sliding to a stop. A pungent odor of wet moss, rat feces, and blood assaulted the Princes nose as he climbed out the tunnel and entered the dungeon. The squeeking of rats covered up Wesley's soft footsetps as he crept ever so silently down the hallway of cells, filled with different criminals that looked dirty, beaten, and miserable. Scanning cell after cell, he heard a woman crying several cells down and advanced slightly quicker, taking notice of the guard sleeping in her chair, her head tilted back and her mouth wide open. He crept behind the guard and saw Elie sitting on her bed, her face in her hands, crying profusely, apparently on her deathbed. Unable to get her attention without making noise, Wesley silently pulled a vial out of his pocket, filled with his semen. He crept stealthily to the sleeping guard, reached up and held the vial over her lips, uncorking it. The milky white fluid gooped down out of the tube and slopped into her mouth. The guard's eyes opened widely and she made an audible sound of shock before her eyes closed and her head tilted even further back, falling into an even deeper sleep then before, snoring loudly. "Thank god my mother increased security around my room and the hospital. That's going to make this a whole lot easier." thought the Prince to himself. The noise that the guard made caused Elie to look up and run up to the bars of her cell, her mouth held a look of great suprise. Wesley held a finger to his lips, signaling her to remain quiet. Elie nodded. "What happened?" she mouthed, her eyes still wide with shock. "You shrank!" The Prince nodded gently, but wasted no time in explaining. He signaled her to move back before reaching into his bag and pulling out another vial of thick dark green liquid. He walked to the lock and uncorked the vial, it omitted a steaming mist as he held it an arm's length away, pinching his nose. He poured it on the lock and quickly stood back. The metal lock twisted and melted, warping beyond any sort of recognition. It was now a pathetic mess of metal. Elie grabbed the metal bars of the cell door and began shaking them gently, the door eventually gave way and swung open with a soft *Waahhh*. Elie sprinted out and lifted Wesley off the ground, hugging him and covering him with kisses. Wesley, as much as he enjoyed the attention, tried to calm her down. Elie quickly got the picture and set him down. The Prince pointed down the hall and they silently crept past all the sleeping prisoners. Finally they reached the tunnel and this time Wesley went in first. Without a lamp, it was pitch black in the tunnels, but Wesley knew them by heart. Thankfully for Elie, these tunnels weren't quite as small as the escape route they used earlier from the northeast tower. They had crawled through the darkness for what seemed like half an hour. "Wesley, are we getting close? My tits are getting sore." she whispered in her sweet voice. "Yeah, we're almost there." said Wesley, turning to the side to look back at her with his now fully adjusted night vision, seeing that her heavy breasts were pressing into the stone floor of the tunnel. "Wesley, how did you shrink?" asked Elie curiously. "Oh that... Yeah Princess Chamista drained some of my essence." said Wesley like it was no big deal. "What?" replied Elie, sounding baffled. "Princess Chamista drained some of my essence cuddlelumps." he repeated calmly. "W... Well... Can you get it back?" inquired Elie, sliding her breasts along the tunnel as she continued to crawl and squeeze through it behind Wesley, whose newly shrunken size made navigating the tunnels a more then simple task. "Oh I should think so." said Wesley, scampering down the dark tunnel and making a right turn. "Ahh! Here we are!" exclaimed Wesley, fitting his hands around the stone above and giving it a hearty shove. *Rawwww* *Thunk* the stone slid open and dumped hay onto Wesley's face, causing him to cough and spit. Elie chuckled as he pulled himself up into the stable behind the back legs of a large brown stallion. Offering Elie a hand, he politely helped her up, though at his size of 4 feet tall, it was more of a polite gesture. Elie's large hands wrapped around Wesley's and engulfed them as she was careful to not put much actual weight onto it, she knew the Prince was being a gentlemen. The large horse's black tail swatted side to side as it payed his two visitors no mind at all. They opened the stable gate and walked down across a floor covered with hay towards Wesley's trusty steed Snowswift. "Hello old friend." said the Prince politely to the pure white horse who whinied and shook her head up and side to side as if to say "Hello," back. Unlocking the gate, he took Elie's hand and lead her into Snowswift's stable. He used the gate as a stepladder and stood on it as he lifted Elie's hand to a soft tuft of skin above the horse's nose, placing it there gently. "Snowswift, I'd like you to meet Elie. Elie, Snowswift." he introduced. Snowswift lifted his head and shook it again with another whiny, greeting the large beautiful woman politely. "I want you to take good care of her old friend. When you hear the gate go down, you know what to do." he said to the white horse who almost seemed to nod with agreement. "Ok Elie, up you go." said Wesley, giving Elie a playful slap on her large round ass, causing it to jiggle momentarily. Elie stepped into the stirrup and hoisted herself up onto the horse. The Prince accepted the erotic sight before him and stared in admiration at the curvy legs of his woman as they gripped the side of his horse. "Ok, wait here you two." ordered Wesley, pulling out a vial from his bag filled with his seed, stuffing it in his pocket, and tying the leather bag to the horse. "Be carefull!" said Elie concernedly. Snowswift made a grunting noise and tossed her head about, scraping one of her hooves on the ground. The Prince smiled back at them as he crept out of the torchlit stables into the darkness. He stealthed through the shadows, hiding behind crates and barrels as guards patrolled past him. Waiting for his chance, the Prince quickly pranced up the castle steps that lead to a room above the gate. He heard loud snoring coming from the room he approached as he quietly stepped through the doorless archway. A guard stood next to a chair and her back was against the wall, her eyes closed as she breathed heavily. Wesley stepped up onto the chair and loomed slightly above the guard, uncorking his vial, lifting it over her lips and readying himself for a risky move. He quickly pinched the woman's nose and lifted it upward, opening her mouth and dumping the entire contents of the vial into her mouth. The guard quickly swallowed in order to breath and found herself quivering with pleasure before she could even yell. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and Wesley was generous enough to help her down as her body fell, slowing her fall with his arms and minimizing the possibility of injury. *Thud* the guard hit the ground softly. Quickly moving to the next objective, he eyed the large rusty crank with a metal latch holding it locked in place. He lept over to it and slapped the latch open. *CLINKITY CLINKITY CLINKITY CLINKITY* the large metal gears turned with the sound of large clammering chains grinding together. *Waaaaahhhh BANG* the front gate of the Castle drawbridge swung open, slamming down with a thud that shook the ground. "SOUND THE ALARM!" a masculine woman screamed. "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" yelled another. Wesley sprinted out of the room and stood on the castle wall above the gate and looking down as guards began sprinting up the steps towards him. Snowswift exploded out of the stables like a bolt of lightning with Elie holding on tightly. "STOP WHERE YOU ARE PRINCE WESLEY!" commanded the dark haired General Sivell as she raced up the steps at full speed. The Prince turned to meet her gaze. Their eyes met one another's, Sivell's filled with dutifull determination, Wesley's blank and wistful, filled with a higher purpose. His blue saphire eyes sparkled with light as he shrugged and waved. The Prince felt nothing but cool air on his face and body as he lept into the air off of the castle wall, free falling downward. Sivell froze and stood dumbfounded, the guard sprinting up the steps behind her ran into her back and fell down backwards, tumbling down the steps. "GOTCHA!" Yelled Elie, catching the lightweight Prince as she dashed underneath on Snowswift, storming towards the open gate. *ClunkCaClunk* *ClunkCaClunk* *ClunkcaClunk* Snowswift's hooves clunked on the wood of the drawbridge as he blazed across it. *Dadadump* *Dadadump* *Dadadump* Snowswift's legs were thumping on the soft dirt of freedom that lay outside the castle walls. The cool night wind blew against their faces as Snowswift torpedoed across an open grassy field. A half moon illuminated the ground beneath them and the forest in the distance as they dashed down a dirt trodden path. Elie lowered Wesley onto the saddle in front of her, straddling him from behind and wrapping her arms around him to grip the saddle, her huge soft breasts squashing into the back of his head protectively. "WOOOOooooooooooHHOOOoooooooooooooooo!" Elie screamed at the top of her lungs, her long wavey light brown hair blowing in every direction against the wind, her face lit up with ecstasy. The Prince smiled as he felt his large curvaceous girlfriend squeeze him tighter to him, her breasts squashing all around his head. "YYEeeeeeeeeeeaAaaaaaaHHH!" Elie bellowed as she knew she was homefree. Snowswift was the fastest horse in the entire Kingdom, there would be no catching them. *Riiiip* a tearing sound came from Elie's clothes as she ripped her skirt, unbuckling her golden belt that held it up and flinging it into the air. Elie's torn skirt flung into the air behind them, seeming to shoot backwards as they rushed through the open night air. "I'M FREEEEEEEEEEE!" She yelled, tears of hapiness pouring out of her eyes. *RiiiiiiP* another tear sounded as Elie tore off her top. The Prince's smile was filled with harmony as he turned back to look at Elie's moonlit face, tears shimmering in the gentle illumination. Elie smiled down at him the happiest smile he had ever seen in his lifetime, one of complete and utter fulfillment. Her tears continued to roll down her face as their eyes shared one another's. With snowswift leading them down the dirt road, they were soon past the field and in the midst of the thick lush green forest. Elie lifted the Prince up and spun him around, hugging him to her body. The Prince straddled Elie's abdomen as the two lovers embraced each other, kissing each other passionately as they soared down the dirt road with a column of open starlit sky above them where trees had been cleared. A gentle silver hue of light danced over their faces, beaming down from the bright moon as their tongues entwined. Their hands rubbed at each other's backs and necks. They reveled in the feeling of each other's lips as the wind blew their hair upwards. The sweet fresh scent of vegatation and cool air filled their nostrils as crickets chirped loudly and fireflies blinked in the treetops around them. At that time, they were both sharing the happiest moment in their lives. END OF EPISODE I